Flowers

Previously

…I would tell her about my day, about the small joys and the crushing sorrows, about the ache in my chest that never seemed to fade. I would tell her how much I loved her, how much I missed her, and how the purple tulips, their vibrant hue a testament to her spirit, would forever be a part of my sorrow, a constant reminder of the love that had bloomed, and then tragically, irrevocably, withered. The weight of the ring was the weight of a love that would never die, even in the face of such devastating finality. It was the weight of a promise, broken by fate, but held in my heart, a sacred, sorrowful treasure.